Mixed by T8will

Art by iamxios 
ft Tismo

What You Be On ft Tismo (FUNFREESTYLE)

Ballerina Freestyle

MOMMA RAISED A SOLDIER (PROD. CRCL X N1CXXX)

#13 (ILY)
12:00am 5/16/25
Produced by Michael Link
Mixed & Mastered by Vythe & 870glizzy

SPAZ

made sumn different, hope ya'll fw it.
Peak to my deadstar era..
Lyrics:

Im so glad i walk up out n start smoking at 4am
I been smoking thraxx, u think im worried
But u dead to me

Bad goth bitch, 
i see stars in her fuckin eyes
scars all on her arms 
While we have sex
But ima fix ur heart

All my niggas coming up 
We bleed out in the fuckin pit
I pop oxy and im happy dizzy blasting gbc
Not like these others niggas
Know i fucked up in the past
All of the fucking sudden
Everybody wanna apology 

They like what u drinking
I got flesh all in my double cup

Blood Overdose Freestyle [+ Killingfrancis x Crystalash]

loneliness messes with my head in quiet ways.
it makes me second guess every little fucking thing.
ill scream my lungs out, i promise no one will hear my pain.
i swear the silence has teeth; constantly gnawing my brain.

i carry weight in my chest that no one else can see.
been fighting battles in silence, and now i barely can breathe.

and no, the mirror don’t lie but it don’t tell the truth.
it shows a shell of a kid i haven't seen since my youth.

i pray to feel something real, even if it burns.
been on my own for too long, but glad for lessons i've learned.


death waits with cold hands, and it shudders your breath. 
i felt its touch at 15 n it left me a mess.
i was a kid wit no goals, only thoughts in my head.
my pain was never ending, 
only constant wishes for death. 
constant wishes for death.

重んずる, HONOUR

TRUST NO ONE

(Chorus)
I don't care 'bout their doubts
I don't hear them right now
I don't care 'bout their doubts
They try tearing me down

(IAMXIOS Verse)
I got this shit how I got it
I do not fuck with you goblins
They've just been jacking my style
And using my swag to feel so important
Damn a young jit anointed
And steady I'm building a fortress
The way that you moving, so green
With envy, I can just tell you a Martian

BAM BAM BAM
Hammer on me like the Flinstones
I just be like damn
Homie you look like a bitch hoe
Need no sprinter van
Just to turn you to a lick bro
I'ma rep my set
I represent by standing ten toes

(Wifisfuneral Verse)
Bad bitch she go both ways
Little Patek on my wrist for the date
I don't even like to speak to strangers
'Cause the opps like kill broad day
Stole the foreign I was crashing through the lanes
With a ten no I won't give a ring

Beat up the whip like I'm
I'm tryna triple my bank account
Except for the perc, then I'm cashing out
What are these broke niggas talking 'bout
Right in the Urus I'm whipping that
Don't give a fuck how I'm living now
This on the gang and we tripping out
Thirty-two shots I defended that
We get it quick like an In-N-Out
Not bout that bread, we not into that

Okay that's it
Lamb truck came on trim
Little boy know I been him
Racks on me
Say some
Hands on my son
Say some to my friends
Niggas tryna rock with the gang
Then get declawed
'Cause they not a kitten
I was outside, with the guys
Late night, Okay
That way we slid

(Chorus)
I don't care 'bout their doubts
I don't hear them right now
I don't care 'bout their doubts
They try tearing me down
I don't care 'bout their doubts
I don't hear them right now
I don't care 'bout their doubts
They try tearing me down

IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?

IAMXIOS